As the three Allied soldiers left Fitzhugh’s office and headed back to their units, a fourth soldier—a French officer to be precise—arrived. Andrews pulled back the curtain and stood to the side. This allowed the officer behind him to step through, stamp both feet before the captain’s desk, and fire off a crisp salute. The Frenchman then introduced himself.
‘Captain, I am Lieutenant Colonel Jean Danjou. I was told yesterday that I was to be attached to your investigation of the crucified soldier rumour.’ Though his English was clear, he had a far heavier accent than the officer Fitzhugh had dealt with earlier. ‘I am here to tell you this will not be happening. Despite the ongoing war, this is still sovereign France, and it will be a Frenchman who will discover and persecute the perpetrato
